Oh boy. This Friday, I'm taking the GRE. Am I fully prepared for it? Of course not. I've been studying off and on for the last six weeks, but now I'm so excited and nervous about leaving the country that I don't want to take it anymore. I just want to concentrate on the things I have yet to finish before I leave, like my will. I'm 22, and I'm writing a will, because I could very well die from disease or road accidents or snake- or spider-bites or being mugged or who knows what else. I know that I'm leaving the money in my meager savings account to my little brother so that he has some more money for college, and that I want to be cremated. That's about it.

I've gone shopping with (and without) my mom so many times to pick up small things to bring wiht me. Last time, we got ziplock bags, tupperware, rope, some cheapo burn kits, and a cutting board with a paring knife (thank you dollar section at Target) while shopping for my brother's birthday present and for Father's Day gifts. This time, I want to look at schools supplies and presents for my host family (although I already have some small things), although based on the amount of stuff I have thus far, I'm not sure how I can fit it into one large and one small bag. My books and school supplies will be shipped to me, but I'll still be in training when I get the boxes (provided they aren't stolen before they reach me), so I'll still have to figure out how to transport them in-country. This stuff is so much more fun to think about than trying to remember the formula for finding all the lengths of sides in a 30-60-90 triangle. Ah well. Just keep praying, just keep praying, just keep praying. What happens is God's will, and it happens for a reason. Remember to keep breathing....